9 months pregnant Asian lady
Date: 9/4/2016,
Categories:
Group Sex
Interracial Sex,
Author: legzzzzzzz, Source: xHamster
... awkwardly. I let about five minutes go by and couldn’t deal with the waiting mixed with anticipation. “We should go in there,” I said. The others wanted to wait. She had them convinced to do just what she said. Only the Asian guy was with me. “Just remember I got shotgun on the pussy,” the black guy said. I tried the bathroom door knob. Just as I suspected . . . it was unlocked. The Asian guy and I walked in the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it this time. She was sitting up in the tub in a steaming bubble bath. I could just make out the tops of her swollen and dark burgundy nipples. They looked almost black against her pale skin. Her tits were probably tiny before she got pregnant but they had increased their size and had a certain pregnant glow to them. “Need anything washed?” I asked her. She lifted out a violet flower-shaped sponge coated with soap suds and leaned forward, pulling her hair over her neck for me to scrub her back. She looked at the Asian guy: “Are you here to wash too?” “Just watching,” he said. “Watching what?” she asked. “Um, just more fun than waiting in there,” he said, looking embarrassed. I saw a spare sponge on the bathroom counter and pointed at it. “Wash her feet why don’t you.” She shook one foot out of the suds. The Asian guy sat on the edge of the tub and let it rest on his thigh as he started massaging the toes, forgetting about the sponge. I scrubbed her back and she made appreciative noises. I imitated her, and then imitated some of the ...
... guys in the other room, got her laughing as I got her loose, massaging her back and neck, my hand inches from her tits. “So . . . do this kind of thing often?” I asked her. “No,” she said. “No other men since I married my husband five years ago.” “How are things with him? I mean before he stopped?” I was sponging her shoulders now. “Not good. I think he’s having an affair. Maybe an on-line affair, but still an affair.” This was starting to get melancholy. I decided to try and get things more upbeat. “Well then I could certainly see where you’d want to have some fun tonight.” “Yes,” she said, smiling and laughing, turning on that Asian charm, that magic they use to defuse an awkward situation and brush it over, never to be revisited. In that moment I caught the first hint of an accent. Where from, I wondered? I didn’t ask. I moved the sponge down her shoulders, to the top of her breasts and she let out a slow sigh, then a smile. “Very sensitive,” she said. Her command of English was going and the accent more pronounced as I assumed she was getting turned on and losing all inhibitions. I gently massaged her breasts and she rolled her head around on her shoulders, lying back in the tub as I played with them gently. All this while the Asian guy was watching, running his hands all up and down her feet and legs. Her nipples were hard now, and very exaggeratedly long. I slid one hand down into the suds, tracing the outline of her belly finding the bush of her pussy and then the top ...